Chapter 753

In Britain, bar culture has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people since ancient times.

In a certain area of the town, the bar is often the public gathering place in that area. People from all walks of life will find their own leisure time in it.

When it comes to the close relationship between the bar and this land, it is difficult to describe it all over the history books.

Just because there was a time when wizards and Muggles lived together in the past, the bar culture has also continued to today's magic world, so that wizards can continue to enjoy this rare leisure time.

Today, Maka stayed at the pig's head bar for a while and enjoyed the "salt baked mashed potatoes with unknown vegetables set meal" provided by aberforth.

To tell the truth, Marca wants to know what those miscellaneous vegetable leaves are. Unfortunately, while albus didn't want to explain, he couldn't taste what the vegetables were because they were too seasoned.

Well, but in general

"It tastes good."

As she put down her fork and wiped her mouth, Marca picked up butter and beer and rinsed her mouth.

You can feel that the strong salty taste in your mouth was diluted by the smooth wine, and then there was a burst of sweet potatoes. This time, I really feel like returning to nature.

Of course, that's the original taste of potatoes. It has nothing to do with aberforth's technology.

When aberforth put away the plate and took it to the pool, Maka turned around on the high footed stool with the cup, leaned back against the bar and looked at the scene in the bar.

Even if the business of pig head bar is far less popular than three brooms, there are more guests at the time of approaching night.

The customers who come here on weekdays are the same as before. Most of them are people who hide their heads and show their tails.

Some of us drink alone, others only whisper with acquaintances... The alchemy competition is over, and there will soon be no noise from outsiders, and the gray tone has occupied this small dirty treasure land again.

Maka enjoys this feeling, especially recently, he needs a place where he can really relax without worry.

"Go and see Delphi another day..."

He was still concerned about Voldemort's daughter.

In fact, he now has a little understanding of Dumbledore's feelings. Dumbledore has spent half his life for the black haired boy found in the orphanage.

Now, Marca doesn't really believe in the influence of heredity on character, but she can't help paying more attention to it in person.

After all, no matter what, Delphi's child is different from other troubles. At least half of the original decision to leave her there came from him.

After making a schedule for her next time she wanted to relax, Maka took another sip of the drink and slightly recalled what she had said to aberforth.

Yes, he said he was a little "bored", which is naturally a big truth.

However, aberforth is not the kind of character who is good at comforting others, and he himself clearly reaches this point. So he didn't say anything about it, but gave him another bottle of butter beer.

Seriously, Marca is glad that aberforth didn't investigate his rare negative performance. Because what he needs is not persuasion or comfort, but just a short listening.

As for the upset and depression in his mind, he had to relieve most of them by himself. Then, what should be done, he will still finish it step by step silently.

Up to now, those disturbances have been entangled with everything around him.

If you want to compare him to a thriving tree, the soil in which he takes root is Hogwarts. The more lush the branches and leaves on the ground, the more intertwined the roots under the ground.

It was impossible for him to get away halfway.

"... a lot of things, I'm afraid, have been doomed from the beginning," Marka sighed carelessly holding the cup. "Maybe this is actually one of the characteristics of the rules of time?"

"What's the matter, little brother? I began to feel life at such an age?"

Just when Maka secretly laughed at herself and didn't forget to mention some magic theories when she was blind, Leng Buding, a witch covered in black, came and sat beside him.

"Do you want my sister to teach you some real 'truth in life'? Early tomorrow morning, little brother, you will thank my sister..."

Listening to the sweet and greasy voice, Maka couldn't help but smoke from the corners of her mouth.

"Montungus," he said without even looking at his side, "you don't resell your second-hand crucible, and come to me to pack an 'experienced' eldest sister? With this spare time, would you like to find a wife to play this set again?"

One of the most out of tune members of the order of the Phoenix is this Mundungus Fletcher. He wanders at the bottom of the magic world all year round, tossing all kinds of humble business. He is also a very solid "basic skill" news dealer.

"Ah?" the black witch immediately lowered her voice. "Marca, how did you recognize me? I think my voice has been imitated very much?"

To be honest, Mundungus is really good at camouflage, and there is no magic from head to toe. Even his female voice was practiced by his own voice. Maka didn't sense any relevant magic fluctuations.

But just as Muggles can distinguish everyone according to the DNA map, wizards' own magic also has roughly similar but distinct individual differences.

If you want to disguise in front of Marca, it's meaningless if you don't have the ability to change the magic wave.

However, this is one of his secrets, and there is nothing to say with Mundungus.

"Do you think a witch dressed like this will take the initiative to chat up an underage boy?" Maka said angrily.

"Hey!" Mundungus smiled and said, "the surface is cold and the heart is hot. Isn't this the most wonderful gap? HMM... seriously, are you so excited? Just a little..."

"No." Maka replied decisively, and then turned to say, "since you're here, tell me about the recent news in the British magic world! It won't cost lupin to pick from the news you sent to him at that time - it's very troublesome!"

Listening to Maka's words, Mundungus couldn't help being a little more serious.

In the hearts of members of the order of the Phoenix, Maka's status is higher than anyone today. Because in the slightly dark period in the past, his decision made the order of the Phoenix almost no reduction in staff, and even the efficient therapeutic medicine he left in black's old house saved more than one life.

Now, when Voldemort has become a thing of the past, the existence of Maka can connect the members who return to ordinary life without trace.

"Recently... It's nothing to say big things, thanks to you..." Mundungus said a compliment before saying, "if there's anything worth mentioning, it should be the South - I came to tell you about it."

He thought for a while, quickly sorted out his thoughts and continued: "there is a gathering area of wizards on both sides of the Dover Strait, as you know... There are more foreign wizards in Britain. From what they bring, they should come from the French magic world across the Strait..."

Maka nodded.

"Did you pour the goods underground?"

What he said is naturally the black market under London. Almost every day, a group of foreign wizards come with their private goods, which can be regarded as a contribution to the material circulation of the British magic world.

Montungus also understood that Maka was actually asking him: isn't this a very normal thing? What's wrong with it?

Mundungus, who knew this, then came closer.

"There are goods, but it seems that their main purpose is not this..." he whispered, "someone told me that the group entered the dark spirit Pavilion twice, and there were several more people in the team each time."

At this point, he paused and said, "I think they should go to the dark spirit pavilion to find someone!"

It's not cheap for groups and individuals listed by dark spirit pavilion to accept employment, but accordingly, with dark spirit Pavilion as an intermediary, the employment agreement and service level will be much more reliable.

At the beginning, even Voldemort went to "borrow" people when he was short of combat power. It can be seen that the dark spirit Pavilion is still famous in the gray area of the magic world.

"And then?" Marca thought about it and asked, "if you didn't find any key abnormalities, wouldn't you mention it to me?"

"Hey, it's you," Mundungus said with a muffled smile across the black veil. "During the alchemy competition, you cleaned up a group of people at the gate of Hogwarts School, didn't you? The costumes of those people were very similar to those recorded in Lupin's Archives - they were all dressed in black robes and almost the same style."

"The bald head?"

Maka then frowned - he didn't expect that the trivial matter at that time might lead to something else.

"Is there any more information? Even if it's not accurate," he pursued. "For example, their trends and general laws in the British magic world?"

"That's not true," replied Mundungus without thinking about it. "Those people are difficult to track... Some of my old friends want to follow them and get some information, but they all lost them in the same alley."

When Maka heard this, she couldn't help thinking carefully. After a while, she gently waved her hand.

"Tell 'home' that don't send your own people to inquire about it in advance. It may be dangerous."